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Like he’d promised earlier, she was begging for it. Pride filled him, and he let the paddle fly.
She cried out as she pushed herself from the floor.
He kept her legs pinned, but this time he rubbed away the pain and pressed a hand against her pussy to distract her. “You did well. Not that I expected anything different.”
Hope was shaking as he helped her up. He kept her close where he wanted her, maneuvering her body so that she sat on his lap. He pulled her against him, locks of her hair draping across his chest. Her body was chilled, and he stroked her arm to chase away the goose bumps while she took a few short breaths.
They remained as they were for long minutes. Eventually, she placed a palm on his shoulder to push away from him.
“How was your first spanking?” He brushed back her hair to see her expression.
“It was…” She opened her mouth, but no words emerged.
He understood her conundrum. He wasn’t sure what it meant to him to spank her, either. Her reactions had softened a part of him that he hadn’t realized he’d walled off. What they’d shared had been physical, but emotional as well. Pain. Pleasure. Tying them together, knotting a bond that he might not want to undo. Her screams, cries, gasps had been real in a way nothing else had ever been for him.
“This sounds ridiculous…” She paused. “I liked it. The pain went away fast, and then I was hotter than I’d ever been.” She pressed her palms together. “I’m not sure how much more I want or could take. I’m ready to lose my mind. The need to orgasm… It’s…more than uncomfortable. I can’t think about anything else.”
“Sweet Hope, if you were mine, I might keep you like that. Send you to work each morning with your clit throbbing and an order not to touch yourself. Forbid you to wear underwear, perhaps. Call you several times a day and instruct you to masturbate without getting yourself off.”
“That’s terrifying.”
“Good.” He stood and carried her to the bed, where he placed her on the edge. “Undress me.”
“Finally.” She reached for his belt.
Her hands trembled. From their play? Or from anticipation? Her fingers slipped off the buckle once before she managed to release it. Then she pulled the leather free of its loops. “Roll it up and leave it on the nightstand. In case I need to thrash you later.”
She gasped. “You wouldn’t!” Her mouth said one thing, but her eyes gleamed.
What had he unleashed?
Hope unfastened the button at the top of his trousers. Before she could lower his zipper, he said, “Shoes and socks.”
Her movements fluid, she accepted his hand, slid from the bed and onto her knees. Why in the name of fuck had he resisted the idea of being involved with a woman who was into the lifestyle?
He lifted each foot, and she untied his shoes and removed each of them before taking off his socks. “While you’re there, you can remove my slacks.”
“Yes, Rafe.”
Every time she said that phrase, her words were more natural, music and eroticism lacing through them.
Hope pulled down his zipper, the rasp an audible promise of her submission. She released her grip and his pants fell to the floor, leaving him in his tight-fitting black boxer briefs.
Rafe stepped out of the trousers, and she scooped the garment from the floor. “Would you like me to put this on the valet?”
For a moment, he was taunted by the idea of tying her to the wooden structure, perhaps making her hold on to the shelf, or the part meant for his suit coat. His valet as bondage equipment. Delicious. “Thank you.” Hands on her shoulders, he assisted her up.
She paused at the closet door to look back at him. Her eyes sparkled, and her ass bore a few fine lines from his paddle. He couldn’t wait to dig in his fingers and reignite her pain.
As if reading his mind, she hurried.
When she returned, he said, “You may finish what you started.”
Hope unbuttoned his shirt, then removed it, noticing the bandage on his shoulder from the biking accident over the weekend. He’d been so into her that he’d forgotten about it.
After clearing her throat, she asked, “Your underwear?” She clutched his shirt in front of her, not that the action would save her. “Are you going to take them off?”
